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Room #5 Whoa a detonator I call you now I'll call you up later I'm so full of choice Your scratchy voice I'm wide awake and beaming And everything comes streaming in Like poetry and progress Every answer is yes Don't forget don't what you said I will hold you to it Baby let's go, lets go I'm young again It's fun again I'm running backwards into traffic Drunk again on wild new love Whoa don't remind me How I'm so grown up You usually find me lost in maintenance and meals I dug in my heels Where sense is necessary So come carry me away till I'm dizzy Spent my whole life so busy Don't forget don't forget what you said I will hold you to it Baby let's go... Whoa a detonator I'm moving now I'll sort it out later Call it love or lust or what you like 'Cause I am on strike But nothing here has stopped at all No we're flying in a free fall so fast Don't forget what you asked I will hold you to it Baby let's go... |
© Susan Anders/Some Shiny Songs (ASCAP)
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